Surrounded

I picked up my bottles last night. I surrounded myself with them. It looked like one of those creepy movies scenes with all the candles lit with the half melted wax dripping all over. I think the one in the corner was talking to me. It was asking if he was going to be the first to be jettisoned, like some spent stage of a moon rocket. His life over, only to spend eternity in some bush with a festering blob of unconsumed energy drink in it's bowels. I think I'll name them, and put the date on them. It will be like doing it to turtles and recapturing them years later.